Tuesday, August 30, 2011

THE FALSE CURTAIN

Negating all personal itchings 
I melted myself to his conditions
Ministering to his demands
to the ultimates of feasability
Cutting and pruning my ways
to the dance of his desires
to the marry-go-round of his moods
So dissolved I was in him
that nothing was left personified
No ding-a-sich of the philosopher
save an epi-phenomenon
Godly following the foot-sleeps
of the euratic deity
Touching, bowing and caressing
the dust of his charms
When chance tumbled the way
the false curtain did sway...!
-KS

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